The other day I went for a walk down Williams Wharf Road. Stepping out of the car, I was greeted by this scene. The sunlight was perfect and the colors were radiant.
These next two are the same two poles from a different angle.
Do you see all the oyster shells there in the mud? That's reason enough to have No Swimming signs posted all over the place down here, even though most of us already know that the combination of creek/river mud and oyster shells is a recipe for disaster when it comes to bare feet. Those shells will slice you wide open if you aren't careful.
Still, a few cuts
(You'll never catch me in a pair of those things, thank you very much. I'd sooner put on a pair of sandals and white tube socks than wear aqua shoes, and could someone please--please!--explain why anyone wearing sandals would ever wear socks, much less white tube socks? Isn't that defeating the whole purpose of sandals? But this is really not what we're here to talk about.)
I'd wager one good oyster shell could put a hurtin' on those thin-soled aqua shoes. Give me the good old tennis shoes any day.
Speaking of oyster shells, but not about white tube socks and sandals, the 53rd Urbanna Oyster Festival is this Friday and Saturday. I think it's time to pull out the ole crab hat, because I will wear one of those. Proudly.
Have you ever worn shoes while swimming?
Have you ever worn white socks with sandals?
Do you know why people might wear socks with sandals?
While I have a very strong opinion on the subject, I would never judge anyone except Chesapeake Bay Middle Sister, who used to wear white tube socks with Tevas back in the 1990s!
But then again, I wear a crab hat, so to each his own.